Novel & Cerita Brides Revenge

I'm staring up at the top parapet when it occurs to me to look down. Her door is open. I scream as I charge down the stairs. I will kill her. Not my bride but Acasia. She wouldn't dare. I burst into the room to find it empty. Fire leaves my human throat and the bedding goes up in flames. My bride will pay dearly for running from me, and I will have revenge on Acasia.

Like I was just a man sitting on a cold floor in a locked room full of dead women. "Tell me," she said. So I did. I told her about the first bride. How she died in her sleep. How the doctor said heart attack. How I believed him because why would I not believe him. I told her about the second bride. How she collapsed at breakfast. How the doctor said stroke. How I started to wonder but still said nothing. I told her about the third bride. How she complained of dizziness for weeks. How she asked me to take her to a different doctor. How I said I was busy. How she died three days later.

The man in the black suit asked his boss, comfortably positioned in a black Rolls-Royce, out of Alice's sight. "Ronny, you've got a 5-minute window; fetch me any girl at random; let's finish this marriage business today." "What a twist of fate! I waited for my groom, who didn't bother showing up, and now his bride is en route, but he's not interested in waiting," Alice remarked ironically. A thought crossed her mind. "Whoever he may be, his aura is regal, and a queen like me deserves someone with that kind of presence." Alice resolved to propose to this mysterious man, completely in the dark about him, not even having seen his looks or knowing his age. This marks her initial move towards rev

Her voice was bitter. "You could help me." "Help you what?" "How did you survive?" I asked. "The curse. All the other brides died. You didn't. How?" "I don't know. Luck? "Help me bring down the Blackwater family," I said. "Save our pack. Avenge the brides." "How?" "I don't know yet. But you survived. That means something." She was quiet for a moment. Then: "Why do you care so much?" "The fourth bride," I said. "Elena. She was mine."

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

Bound by Revenge The crisp, white pages of the marriage contract stared back at Claire Donovan, taunting her with the weight of the decision she was about to make. Each carefully typed word, each legal clause, felt like another nail in the coffin of her past life. This wasn’t just a contract—it was a gamble, a risk that could either grant her justice or destroy her completely.

I was nothing short of hysterical to them. He couldn’t invite our colleagues from work. Who were all these people? “Cormac, tell them! Tell them I’m the one you’re marrying!” I beckoned to him. I turned to the congregation. “I’m the bride! I’m the one that’s supposed to be there! Me.” I gestured towards myself with crystalline eyes. “Cormac! Ava!” I whipped my face around to face them. Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back.

I turned immediately and ran out of tears, blurring my vision, and in that moment I made a vow—a vow to break his heart and make him regret every word he spoke to me. ****** The towering glass of the tall skyscraper seemed to mock me. I'd come a long way from the insecure girl I was in high school, and now here I am years later. I glanced down at my hands, which were wrapped tightly together, as though they could somehow steady my racing heart. I've waited years preparing for this moment, but now that I was finally here, I could feel the weight of reality settling down heavily on me. I adjusted my blazer one last time, taking a deep breath. This wasn't just about getting the job; this was ab

She glares at me although she is very visibly shaken, “Never—” “What?” I tease. “Never. Do. That. Again.” With that she storms off, leaving me smirking and satisfied on my seat. She should never have brought it on. She asked for it and I delivered. Brianna is nothing like the timid woman I remember. But then, I hope that timidity still remains somewhere within her because Brianna Page can never find out the real reason why I went through hell to find her. She must never know how I plan to destroy her and her family till I get exactly what I want. And deserve.

"Do you, Marco fucking Powell, take me, Dante Russo, to be your husband… in sickness… and in health?" I clawed at his wrist, panic hurrying me as black spots spun in front of my eyes. "Yes!" I wheezed. "Yes, I do!" His hand loosened, and I pitched forward, sucking in air like I'd been drowning. The officiant didn't flinch. What the hell was this place? I barely had time to recover before the man said, "You may now kiss the bride." My head jerked up, eyes wide. "The what—"